David has spent his life operating as a psychic landfill. He possesses a rare, agonizingly exhausting gift: the ability to permanently absorb the raw grief, trauma, and crushing psychological pain of others simply by making physical contact. When he draws the dark, suffocating mist of a tragedy out of a broken mind, the victim is left with a clean, peaceful slate—but David is left to carry the emotional fallout, a burden that is systematically destroying his health, fracturing his mind, and turning his body into a hollow shell of stale adrenaline and vicarious sorrow.Desperate for a purpose large enough to outshine his failing body, David takes on the case of Eleanor Vance.For ten long years, Eleanor has been a monument to maternal agony. Her sixteen-year-old daughter, Sarah, vanished without a trace into the wet autumn air of 2016, allegedly leaving the house to buy milk and never returning. For a decade, Eleanor has lived in an unchanging tomb of a home, frozen in her despair, her heart physically failing from the perpetual engine of her grief.When David finally sits across from her and takes her hands, he expects a massive tidal wave of traditional sorrow. Instead, he plunges into a pitch-black psychological abyss. Deep within Eleanor's memories, he encounters an artificial steel shutter—a violent mental block shielding the exact events of October 14, 2016.As David successfully drains the ten years of heavy, salt-stained misery from Eleanor, her mind completely resets. She transforms into a placid, untroubled elderly woman who has absolutely no recollection of who "Sarah" even is. The grief keeping her house standing has been stripped away.But back in the hallway, as the psychic connection severs, the iron shutter inside David’s newly inherited memories begins to collapse.And then comes the twist.David doesn't just inherit a mother's mourning; he unlocks the forbidden anchor of the memory. He doesn't see a helpless girl snatched away by a stranger in the dark. Instead, he views the final, terrifying moments of Sarah Vance’s life through the cold, panicked eyes of her killer.Sarah never left the house. In a fit of domestic rage over a petty argument, Eleanor murdered her own daughter on the yellow linoleum floor of their kitchen. Unable to live with the horror of her actions, Eleanor’s mind weaponized her grief, creating a decade-long performance of a mourning mother to completely bury her own crushing guilt.She didn't use David to heal; she used him as the ultimate psychological eraser.Now, Eleanor is completely free, living a peaceful, normal life with zero recollection of her crime, leaving her entirely immune to confession or remorse. Meanwhile, David is left trapped in his own decaying body, completely alone, holding the agonizing weight of a ten-year-old murder that only he remembers.